The Lost Sister

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My birthmother, Betty Snyder, and my sister, Deborah Kay Price.  This was the last photograph taken of her before she disappeared.

I am searching for my sister, Deborah Kay Price. She disappeared before her second birthday. I was adopted as a child, found my roots 20 years later, then discovered I had a sister who was missing since 1957. She was born at Methodist hospital in Indianapolis on December 6, 1955. I recently called the hospital to find out information of her birth. I was told Methodist Hospital purges its records after ten years. What? How can that be? What if someone came to them with a broken leg in 2004. Does that mean if that person went back because of a leg complication there would be no evidence of their admission?

Is there any evidence that my sister was even born in that hospital?

I have always respected the past, for the past plays an important role for where are are in the present. I can retrieve a sales invoice from the first day my jewelry store opened in 1991. The very first sale was a gold bracelet for $235.00. I remember being so excited about the first check I received. I wanted to frame it, but I needed the money in the bank.

That was twenty-two years ago.

It is already a challenge that most women change their last names when they get married. The reader has to understand that Deborah Kay, if she is still alive, is 58 years old. She quite possibly has married several times.

Is there anyone that shares my belief of living in the moment, anticipating the future, but respecting the archives of our past? The past is the stepping stones to the present.

My birthmother (who looks like Lucille ball in the photo) was Betty Price and later married Kenny Snyder. Betty’s parents were Otis and Hattie Stewart from Coatesville, IN. She also dated a man named Robert Donald Francis Charon. My birthmother claimed that a social worker took Deborah but sometimes said a babysitter kidnapped her. There was never a police report filed!

Please contact me at info@galleryofdiamonds.com or 714-549-2000 with ANY information that may lead me to find my sister. Thank you.

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9 responses to “The Lost Sister

  1. The experience of meeting a sibling in person can be quite overwhelming. My ‘first connection’ with a biological relative was a serendipitous encounter with an exceptionally lovely, intelligent, feminine girl named Cindy. There was something familiar about her. She was exotic, but intuitively familiar. Our actions and facial expressions were the same, but opposite, like two mimes facing a mirror. We stared into each others eyes. Realizing the connection, we extended our arms and hugged for the first time. I finally discovered what I had been looking for—my roots. I was overwhelmed by the emotional intensity of the embryonic reunion experience.
    http://judithland.wordpress.com/2012/09/02/are-you-my-sister-cindy/

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